She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. Disperse in every direction. First period was the time to be without her, as she was consumed with some before-school activity as Lucy barely made it to her first class in time for the bell. Ramage, that iron-gray man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray, astride of a black horse. He knew it was unnerving, he did it to everyone, even his own kin. Still unconscious of anything he did physically. Father and daughter regarded each other warily, each more than a little insecure with the other. “Oh, there’s no doubt of it! Since the girls of the eighties broke bounds and sailed away on bicycles—my young days go back to the very beginnings of that —it’s been one triumphant relaxation. Sheppard.
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